Page 68 of Every Broken Promise
“Just Adam, about a year after graduation...In my opinion, it should have been a clear indication that nothing was ever too serious between her and Tyler. The Kane brothers don’t seem like the sharing type.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, luckily, I didn’t have to when Lupe called for her daughter.
“Luna Esperanza!” Lupe could be heard yelling from the back.
“Shit,” Luna cursed softly. “Mom’s going to get mad at me.”
“But why? Samantha was being a bitch.”
“I should have let it go,” she sighed. “Let me get the stuff for the sandwiches while I talk to my mom.”
Luna brought out some mayonnaise, ham, and a few containers that included lettuce, tomatoes, onions, and wedges of cheese. Lastly, she grabbed two pieces ofbolilloand added them to the counter. Since Luna had given me the ingredients and was probably getting in an argument with her mother, I figured it would only be fair if I made our sandwiches—well, technicallytortas.
By the time I finished, she was coming back.
“All good?”
She nodded. “Yeah.”
I pushed her food toward her while I grabbed mine. I really needed to go now.
“Girl, you didn’t have to do mine.”
“I didn’t mind. Also, I don’t know if you know this, but I work forThe Willow Grove Herald, and I would love to do a spotlight piece on your mom’s bakery. You think Lupe would be okay with that?”
Luna looked at me, dumbfounded.
“Are you serious?”
I nodded vigorously.
“Something like that would really help mymamiout.”
“Is that a yes?”
“Yes.” She smiled. “I’ll talk it over with her. Thanks, Astrid.”
“You’re welcome,” I said. “How much do I owe you?”
Luna waved me off.
“That was on me,” she told me.
“Thanks,” I said as I began to walk away.
“Hey, Astrid,” Luna called back after me. When I looked up at her, she spoke again. “About what that bitch said?—”
“It’s okay.” I cut her off because I didn’t want to talk about that.
“I wasn’t here when that happened, but I know you did the right thing. Everyone is stupid if they’re still mad about that.”
“Thanks, Luna.”
I waved goodbye and ran to my car because I had already tempted fate by parking where I wasn’t supposed to. I spent the whole way to work without looking at my phone, too scared to get a message saying I was fired.
By the time I made it inside, I was out of breath. Without going to my desk, I went to Ronnie’s office to apologize for being tardy.
“Astrid,” he greeted me frostily when I knocked on his door.
